Father and Son

"To be honest…" Kang Jinzhu asked faintly, "Do you have a system?"

Father Kang, who had been conflicted for a long time, finally asked a guess.

Kang De held the steering wheel with one hand and lazily leaned against the back of the seat. He laughed when he heard this.

"You've read a lot of online novels—is life in Africa so monotonous, boring, and lain back?"

"Of course… but that's not the point."

Father Kang De rolled his eyes at him, then sighed, "You blew up an RPG with a pistol and shot a sniper rifle with one hand without swaying your body. You can even jump around a few speeding cars and drift open the window to dodge the rockets. How can you explain your performance just now as if you were playing Call of Duty 16? These mercenaries captured a country in a few days, but they were beaten up by you. They could not do anything to you even if they mobilized. Is it because you were born with divine strength?"